Ducktales!!

I am sitting in class.And, no surprise, it is very boring!

For no reason whatsoever, i have this tune playing in my head!

so I block out the trainer( it's not really that hard) and focus on the tune.

What do you know!

It's the Duck tales song!

I don't know why but just thinking of this song reminds me of the summer hols during my school years. And its a very comforting feeling.

Those times were bliss!!

Well I can't get rid of this song so I am writing it down here!

Read it and let it take you back to your childhood.

Ducktales

Life is like a hurricane/ Here in Duckberg,

Racecars, lasers, airplanes/ It’s a duck blur

You might solve a mystery/ Or re-write history

DUCKTALES!! Woo-hoo

Every day they’re out there making

DUCKTALES!! Woo-hoo

Tale of daring-do bad and good

DUCKTALES!! Woo-hoo

Wa-wa watch out/ right behind you

There’s stranger/ Out to find you

What to do? Just grab on to some

DUCKTALES!! Woo-hoo

Every day they’re out there making

DUCKTALES!! Woo-hoo

Not ponytails, not Dragontails, just

DUCKTALES!! Woo-hoo

I am the master of my fate; I am the Captain of my Soul

Do these words ring a bell?

They probably do. They are quoted by a lot of people in a lot of places. But, barely anyone knows who first wrote them. and since these lines are from one of my all time favorite poems, I felt i should tell people about it.

These lines are from William Ernest Henley's most famous poetry "Invictus". In latin Invictus means unconquerable, which largely is the essence of this poetry.

They say William wrote this from a hospital bed, fighting for his life, while he was undergoing treatment for tubercolosis.

This poetry also raked some controversy when Timothy McVeigh, an American domestic terrorist recited it as his final statement.

Controversies apart, we would say this poetry is a testament to the nature of human spirit, really an inspiring work.

So there you go...

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud,

Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Writing

They always say swimming is like cycling. You learn it once; you can’t forget it for the rest of your life. So I always assumed something as simple as writing should also follow the rule right? Well, after today’s “psychology and HRM” paper, I am not so sure.
You are probably thinking, how someone can forget how to do something that he does daily. Well therein lies my story. When I was registering the subjects for my final semester in college, I decided to do as little work as possible and chose only those subjects where the professors were not too bothered about little things like attendance. But what resulted from that was by the time my first sessionals started I had barely even a week’s worth of classes (At this point I can’t even imagine how I used attend 6 theory subjects with 5 practicals just 2 semesters back!!)
And I will admit I had never been the type to actively take notes in class. But this was extreme. I don’t think I have written one full word this entire semester. So taking all these facts into consideration I decide on the day before my first exam (psycho n HRM), I will have to check up on my writing skills. But that is when this popular quote about cycling and swimming pops into my head. And I think if you can’t forget stuff as complicated as swimming (never managed to learn despite many spirited attempts – the last one was at a lake near my house and trust me, it wasn’t pleasant) I was confident would do fine in the exam.
So I walk into the exam hall, my head brimming with brilliant ideas on how to make my answer paper look like it was written by a genius( ah...that wouldn’t have been so hard, I guess :D ). I look at the question paper and laugh the evil laugh in my head thinking, “This should be fun”. I take up my pen, put it to the paper and.....
I am stuck!!
Totally and utterly stuck. I am not lying. I mean could make alphabet shapes on the paper, but getting a complete word in a flow of running alphabets suddenly seemed so Herculean. Finally I give up, scratch of what I have written, turn the page and start over. This time I was smarter (yeah!!) and started of writing in uppercase. I write the first word (“PSYCHOLOGY”) look up and thank God. Then slowly I try my hand at running alphabets again. I was slow. Almost painfully slow. But I had started off.
I won’t bore you with further details. I managed to finish the paper somehow, writing only what was really necessary and my hand was screaming in pain by the time it was over.
But this exam has taught me something. I guess one really might forget how to write. So that’s why they never say “Swimming is like Writing. You just have to learn it once.”
adios.

Boredom

This is my last semester in college. And it is really boring. So I thought about starting a blog of my own. The idea of putting my thoughts and experiences into writing for other people to read has always appealed to me. But somehow whenever I start writing my own blog I am confused as to what to put in my first blog. You could call it starting trouble I guess. And so the blog of my dreams stayed there. This semester, however, with all the free time and absolute boredom enveloping me I started reading a lot of random stuff on the internet (here I would like to thank my friend who suggested I start using Google Reader TM). And I guess all that reading is filling up my head. So it has to have an outlet. Hence, the blog finally takes shape.
So let us see where this goes.

What is life about?

Usually I would be the last person to be pondering on such a tedious question, but with my college life almost coming to a close, I have slowly started to realize that what my parents and others (this includes aunts uncles and this one middle aged woman I met on a train journeys who for some apparent reason feel that it is her duty to instil moral values in me – go figure) have been saying all along is true. And what have they been saying?
They have been telling me my whole life that these first 20 years are the easiest part of my life. And that once I get out of college and into the “real world”, only then would I realize how tough and cruel the world really is. Till now, these words never managed to affect me in any way. I guess it was the confidence that, this “real world” was far away and I really didn’t have to worry about it.
But now faced with the actual prospect of going to a corporate world and starting a career there, I can’t help but wonder, “Am I ready for this?” All my life all I have had to do has been to follow the crowd. Just do what everyone else is doing. And to be honest, life really was simple, no big decisions to make, no life altering choices. I mean, just think about it. What real choice did we have? All of us were sent to school by our parents absolutely no choice there. We all went there studied, wrote our board exams, wrote these bloody Entrance Exam(s) and ended up in our respective colleges. This is what every Indian kid does. There really is no choice. But, what is next?
Every time I think of this question I get scared. I am sure a vast majority of my friends share this sentiment because we do not know what to do after college. Those who have been lucky enough to get placed in campus are no better off than the rest. Let us be honest, how many of us have the slightest clue as to what a work environment feels like? Personally I feel this is the reason most students want to go for higher education. In my case I am just hoping that another 2 years (during which I will hopefully be getting an MBA – although that is a very distant hope now) will be enough time for me to grow up. To stop being the kid I am. I am hoping that this time will help me realize that you just can’t go through life being a kid. You have to grow up sometime.